Who art thou that camest

Who art thou that earnest Bearing the occult Name, Wings of regal darkness Eyes of an unborn flame? Like the august uprising Of a forgotten sun Out of the caverned midnight Fire-trails of wonder run. Captured the heart renouncing Tautness of passion-worn strings Allows the wide-wayed sweetness Of free supernal things. One Day THE LITTLE MORE One day, and all the half-dead is done, One day, and all the unborn begun; A little path and the great goal, A touch that brings the divine whole. Hill after hill was climbed and now, Behold, the last tremendous brow And the great rock that none has trod: A step, and all is sky and God. Page-109